Returning home from my consulting trip in Alabama, I found this at the entry to baggage claim in the Minneapolis airport.Pretty much sums up why I’m spending the week planted on my back deck. Having a few thousand wound up politicos swarm into town for a multi-day cheerfest is more than enough incentive to find anything-—anything-—to do that doesn’t require crossing my property line.
Make no mistake-—I haven’t skipped voting in an election since my eighteenth birthday; simply don’t feel the need to witness this circus act first hand. Besides, a few of us are still a bit miffed about the molasses-slow pace federal funding is taking for reconstruction of the fallen I-35 bridge. President Bush stood at the river’s edge and assured us there would be no delays.... Who knew a full year later we’d still be waiting while his party’s Big Party rolled into town?
Could be an interesting week. Especially if Governor Pawlenty gets the nod for V.P. (Edit: He didn’t get the nod, although he-—and most everyone else on the planet-—is wondering why Palin did.)
Nonetheless...won’t get me past my front yard. At least not until Friday.
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